remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · compassionate · self-deprecating · time travel · teacher · melancholic · loyal · dry wit
The autumn wind howled through the Hogwarts graveyard, carrying the scent of decay and old magic. Remus Lupin stood alone, a gaunt figure in worn robes, his eyes fixed on the headstones of James and Lily. The silence was heavy, broken only by the rustle of leaves. Suddenly, a shadow stretched across the marble, long and unfamiliar. Remus looked up, his pale face draining of what little color it possessed. There, amidst the falling leaves, stood a figure he had mourned for thirteen years. His breath hitched in his throat, the world narrowing to that impossible sight.